[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]she's leaning into dangerous territory without pausing to consider the consequences. nowhere near a first for her, really, but something feels mildly different. she sees it in flirtatious tones where he could mean lawful ones and really, where's the difference?

she enjoys handcuffs, anyway.

"and if i don't submit?" an eyebrow raises and then, a coy smile twists its way onto her lips. "what're you gonna do then, hm?"

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[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]touch both grounds and unsettles her at once. a brush of a touch, really, but it sends her into a mild frenzy. there's a need and a want and alcohol isn't quite doing it anymore.

she leans, her free hand dragging fingertips along the length of his arm. and maybe she's just doing it to see what happens but he knows better than that. she's looking for the end of this game and the beginning of another.

"when?"

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[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]"whenever, hm?"

a special kind of thing happens when a man says that to her. an ego boost, a power trip, whatever you'd like to call it. of course, his hand traveling up her thigh certainly helps fuel the fire.

"if i say now, what would you do?" which role will he take on? and where do they go from here?

either way, her whip will probably come in handy.

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[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]laughter escapes, perhaps spurred on by the fluttery sensation of his fingers at her thigh.

"does this mean you're breaking out the handcuffs?" not that she's complaining, really. he earns bonus points if they're fuzzy!

her lips spread into a dangerous smile.

"always," she murmurs. and just for added emphasis, she shifts to grab the hand on her thigh, moving it with gentle fingers to her hip where the red whip lies. "i came prepared."

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[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]perfect, they’ve both come prepared! what an accomplishment, huh?

she spares him a wink when his hand tightens ather wrist. he leans, then, and she feels the telltale warmth of a living body radiate against her skin. it’s faint, sure, but perhaps it gives her enough of an idea into what’s to come.

that is, if she’s actually assuming right and he won’t actually toss her poor ass in jail. personally, she thinks she’s too pretty for the slammer but if anyone could rock full orange, it’s giada.

”where are ya gonna take me, ranger?” her lips spread a little wider, drifting closer to his ear. ”or should i call you something else?” first names feel too personal, too attached. nicknames, though? she can have a field day with that.

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